Episode One: A Patrol Gone Wary

Courtside:

Darkhound rider her Dark Miasma in search of Young Lads to...interrogate. One of them has to know who the cop was that framed her brother. If she and the hounds can just find the right one, she could get her brother out of jail.

Jeffrey makes his way to JCU since he wants to understand better what they are discussing. Generally somewhat conservative by nature, he is not sure if he can support an attempt to discriminate against what they are calling metahumans. He needs to learn more. When he arrives he will use his presence and his notoriety to get back stage.

Nightvale:

It's been a bad day. A really, really bad day, and Johanna's determined that either her evening will be better or she simply won't remember it in the morning. With a cheap bottle of chocolate flavored creme liquor wrapped in its brown paper bag, she sits outside of the liquor store that she'd bought it at. She imbibes liberally every two minutes or so while thumbing through a text conversation she'd had earlier in the day on her phone. The thing that had driven her to the store.

The blue, bright light from her phone reflects off the aviator shades that conceal half of her face. Her lips are pulled in a tight grimace and the aviator jacket is buttoned up around her limber body, (glug, gulp, swallow) but she won't be cold for long.

JCU:

Mike moves through the rally, looking around at all the people who came to discriminate against powered people. People who are simply different from them. People who scare them. That's what it boils down to. And Mike knows about scary. His haunted eyes take in his surroundings as the eldritch voices whisper through his head. He sees a young woman holding up a sign demanding Atlanteans make themselves known. TEAR HER TONGUE OUT! A young man laughs and he embraces a woman with one arm and jumps up and down in time with their chant, spilling the beer in his other hand. FEED HER HIS EYES! The voices never end.

He makes his way to the front of the rally, looking for the leaders. He needs to be close enough to hear what they say. To yell out to them that they're wrong. TO KILL THEM! He grits his teeth and shakes his head angrily. No, not to kill them.

Resonance flies over the rooftops of Hillside in what is becoming her standard patrol pattern. From the roof of her tiny apartment building along the shore, through the bayside end of Downtown and into Nightvale. That rally at JCU could be trouble, but so could the cheap drinks in Nightvale. She circles southward and glides high over JCU. Although she's trying to be alert for trouble, she can't help but think about her father again.

Last night when she was at her parents house for dinner, she had tried to bring up metahumans to him, thinking she was being circuitous in leading him there, hoping to plant a positive seed in at least one conversation. But as soon as the discussion got remotely close to metas, his beliefs roared right back to the forefront, and he regurgitated the same tired old lines again.

"Metahumans are dangerous. Metahuman heroes are the cause of metahuman villains. They're challenging the natural order. They blah blah blah." How was she ever going to be herself around her parents when she couldn't even broach the subject of metahumans without her father going ballistic? She unconsciously found herself soaring closer to JCU and the rally.

JCU

Clay heads down to the rally to see what all the fuss is about. Since his come abouts to how he was he's kind of interested in the discussions that "could" take place.

Jeffrey is watching from backstage and not just what's happening onstage but anything that is happening backstage as well. Especially regarding Milo Sabo-Hedges who seems to be the main speaker for the rally.

Kate/Resonance flew in and is just keeping a general eye on the crowd from a convenient rooftop. She is in costume.

Sticking to the rooftops and back alley's Darkhound glides through the neighborhood continuing to search for trouble.

"It's too quiet. Do they know I'm lookin' for'em?" she ponders to herself.

JCU

Mike stands among the people in front of the rally, needing to be in the thick of things, if they turn ugly.